As soon as we were inside the room and I locked the door and pulled the curtains over the door, she turned toward me, unzipped my pants, unbuckled my belt, and released the hook at the waistband. She let go of the waistband and belt and the pants fell to the floor "freeing" my cock, which she grabbed and started gently stroking. I stepped out of my pants as well as stepping out of my shoes. I reached down and pulled my socks off. She unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time (rather than ripping it off of me) and then slipped the shirt off me.

I was standing there naked as we embraced with long, warm, deep passionate kisses. She raised her arms so that I could lift her dress off of her. Instead, I turned her around, raised her dress above her hips and bent her over so she was facing and looking out the window. She was SO WET that there was a wet spot on the back of her dress where she had been sitting. I brought the tip of my cock into contact with those marvelous pussy lips and once I got lined up with her pussy, it was very easy to slide into her. She began shaking as waves of orgasms suddenly took her when I penetrated her. I held onto her to keep her from collapsing to the floor.

Like much of Montana, in North Dakota there are long stretches where there isn't much to see except open land/prairie. It was harder to tell at night. Many of the roads that paralleled the tracks were on the right side of the train and our windows faced left. But there were a few places where, if someone was driving down US Route 2 in the same direction as we were travelling and looked out their right side window, they'd get an eyeful of fucking for a few moments (because we were moving so much faster than vehicle traffic). We were approaching Minot (Why Not Minot?), North Dakota as this first phase of orgasmic waves passed. Somehow, I didn't cum inside her, though I was very close. The train slowed as we approached the station and I pulled her dress over her head so that she, too, was completely naked as we fucked.

The train station was on the right side of the train but there were some residences visible to the left as well as a couple of streets. It was all a matter of us being exhibitionists and how many voyeurs might also look to see what was happening on the train. As the train slowed to a stop, I pulled my cock out of her and allowed her to get on the bed, belly down, looking out the window. I turned off all but one light and got into the bed beside her. This was going to be about a 15 minute stop in Minot. There was a lot of pillow talk that centered mostly on how horny we felt at the dinner table.

Commenting on our window view of the world and the few vehicles that we saw travelling down the highway;

"Do you think we gave them a show?"

"God, I hope so...just as long as they didn't wreck!"

The train blew its horn and with a jolt, we were rolling again. As we pulled out of the Minot station, I got on my knees behind her and pulled her up on her knees in the doggy-style position. The pause in stroking inside her had allowed my edge to cumming fade quite a bit. I was hard, but not close to cumming as I slid back into her. She seemed to be having these mini-orgasms as I slid in and out of her, varying my depth of penetration. We passed through the railway yards east of Minot, picked up speed and headed towards Rugby, which was a little less than an hour away.

Quietly, she asked me to get the smaller vibrating butt plug out of my suitcase. I pulled out of her, reached under the bed and got the butt plug she requested out of my suitcase and put it on the bed between her knees. She then asked me to lube her ass "really good." After a generous dollop of petroleum jelly on my fingers, I slid two fingers into her and was rubbing it around the inside and outside of the muscle ring of her anus. She was nice and clean from her earlier enemas. I was figuring that her next request, after lubing her, was to slide the butt plug into her ass.

Instead, she asked me for the jar. I handed it to her and with a fairly quick and smooth motion, she was lubing my cock by reaching between her legs. It didn't take her long to rub the petroleum jelly around the head and shaft of my cock. With hardly a pause, she said:

"Now fuck me in the ass."

At first, I didn't believe that I had heard her correctly.

"What?"

"Slide that cock of yours into my ass."

I couldn't believe it or maybe wouldn't believe it.

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been fucked in the ass on a train before. I want all of your cock inside me. I want to feel you cum inside my ass while we're on this train. Just go slow and gentle, so I can get it all the way in."

Okay, I didn't need to ask a third time if she wanted me to fuck her in the ass. She was very clear on what she wanted. That vibrating butt plug; she was going to use it as a vibrator for her clitoris as needed.

I was positioned with my knees inside her thighs and had a good angle and height to begin entering her. The head of my cock penetrated her easily. That was the easy part. But it took a good 15 minutes to get halfway in to her. She would tell me when to stop, when to back off a little, and when to press forward. Sometimes she would moan/scream into the pillow before having me stop. Bit by bit, maybe a quarter inch at a time, I was sliding ever deeper into her. I had a great view of my cock filling and stretching her ass. She would occasionally reach back and pull her butt cheeks apart and bear down with her muscles to help me slide in a little farther. It was very warm and soft inside her even though she was also very tight. The fact that I was doing very little stroking was reducing the chance of me cumming inside her until I was in deep.

I did offer to stop (multiple times) if she wanted me to. But she wanted to keep going. Finally, she asked how much was left to slide in. "Oh. maybe an inch and a half to two inches. Not much more."

She told me that she was going to slide the last part in by backing into me. She told me to grab her hips and, as she backed into me, to pull her back as well. She wanted me to rock with her before she slid back on me. She had been turning the vibrator off and on as needed and holding the butt plug up against her clitoris to help this insertion process. But this time she turned the vibrator on high and held it on her clit for about 30 seconds before she started rocking back and forth. I was moving with her, trying to hold my cock at the same depth as she rocked back and forth. My guess was that she was going to trigger an orgasm for the final entry (a good guess).

She finally told me that on the count of three she was going to take the rest of me, for me to pull her and hold her in.

"One...."

A pause.

"Two...."

A longer pause

"Three!"

She slammed herself back against me as I simultaneously held her hips, pulling her back and me thrusting forward (or at least being "Immovable" against her ass) as the rest of my cock slid inside her. She buried her face in the pillow and let out a guttural yell/moan, clutching the bedsheets and pillow in her hands and then she began to shake and buck. I stayed deeply pressed inside her as she wanted, but ready to pull back if it was too intense for her. Gradually and slowly she slid forward to lower her hips and belly onto the bed. I stayed with her all the way down with my hips pressed on her ass, my cock inside her, me resting on my elbows and forearms.

She was rolling her head back and forth quietly saying "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God...." over and over again. She turned off the vibrator. She was quivering underneath of me.

"Are you okay?"

"Just stay right there. Don't move."

Other than the motion induced by the train, I didn't move. I thought I could feel her rectum squeezing against my cock even though her rectum also felt soft. Or maybe I was feeling the contractions from her vagina through the rectal wall. I had encountered this before, this mixture of pain and pleasure. The pain of suddenly being penetrated and waiting for that to pass as some more pleasurable sensation replaced it. This might be all she could take and she might not want me to stroke enough to cum inside her. She must have been thinking through the same thing because she told me to start stroking inside her slowly.

I was careful not to be too vigorous. But after a few minutes, the strokes were becoming longer and faster with a deep, long ending of the inward stroke. Her ass was tight even with lubrication, but inside her there seemed to be very little resistance. She had "opened up" inside and was becoming accustomed to my cock sliding deep in and out of her rectum.

I eventually moved my legs outside of hers to get a different angle and a deeper and longer stroke. She would turn on the vibrator briefly to another orgasm. I was building up to my own.

"You're getting close. I can tell; I feel you getting bigger. I can feel you getting harder inside me." Although I wasn't aware of the change in size and firmness characteristics, I had been told this before. I was more aware of the sensations, almost a tingling, that was spreading out through my groin area.

She was right. I was getting close. I could ride this "edge" for a while but I also wanted to feel the release of cumming. We saw lights outside the window as the train was slowing down. But I was speeding up. Not pounding her, just deep and long strokes at a little quicker pace.

I whispered "are you ready (for me to cum in your ass)?" She turned the vibrator off so she could feel me cumming.

"I'm ready. Cum for me, baby!"

And with that, I pushed in one last deep stroke, went beyond the point of no return, arched my back while I held myself up by my arms and started to cum inside her ass, just as she wanted, on a train. I don't make a lot of noise when I cum, but there were a series of "Oh, yes...Oh, yes!" that were coming out of me while I felt each pulse/contraction take me further into her. The combination of anal sex and denial from cumming all afternoon made this orgasm particularly fulfilling (and hopefully very filling).

I try to enjoy each contraction, each squirt. This felt special because anal sex was a rare treat and it fulfilled a mutual fantasy. Most of the contractions were over after 20-30 seconds. I gradually let my weight down on her back as she was quivering below me. There were a few isolated additional contractions over the next couple of minutes.

The train came to a stop in Rugby, ND.

"Thanks for cumming in Rugby, the geographic center of the North American continent."

"They were right," she chuckled softly. I didn't understand what that meant at the time; who "they" were and "right" about what.

Her ass had a strong grip on my gradually softening cock. I am never in a hurry to pull out of a lover after cumming. I discovered long ago that it was far more intimate and enjoyable to stay with the one you had just filled with your cum than pulling out and jumping up and running away from them. Maybe I've always been a romantic fool, but I do enjoy that closeness. I was in no hurry to pull my cock out of her, knowing that I might become fully erect again in just a few minutes while I remained inside her.

With my cock "geographically centered" inside her ass, the train began to move once again as we headed to Devils Lake. Soon, the train was back up to speed and I was getting hard again, in her ass. She got to feel me expand and get hard inside her. The lubrication of my cum in her ass was our lubricant for our next round of anal sex.

I got her up on her knees and started to stroke her doggie style. There was a roadway that paralleled the train tracks for a few miles and I liked to think that some people got to enjoy the sight of me fucking her doggie style. Eventually, the train was cruising through the dark landscape. Nothing out here but prairie, farmland, and nuclear missile silos. And at least two of us fucking on the train the way we wanted it: with my cock in her ass.

Devils Lake was about 55 minutes southeast of Rugby, plenty of time for us to ass fuck another time. Soon, I pulled out, got a towel, flipped her over and got ready to enter her again. A little more lubrication certainly wouldn't hurt either of us. I raised her butt up, placed her legs up around my shoulders, and gently slid back into her ass. It was easier this time than the first time. From this position besides being able to get incredibly deep inside her, it gave me access to her breasts and nipples for our version of strawberries and cream. It seemed like the train was swaying more than earlier because of some of the turns (and maybe wind?). But much like most of this nighttime ride, roads and lights from towns or other sources were rare.

She wanted to get on top and so I flipped over on my back and she reached down to guide me back into her. From the single light inside the room I could enjoy the view of her riding me, watching her stroke herself, watch her cum when I took a nipple into my mouth when I sensed she was close. Every once in a while I would give her a little thrust from my hips under her but I really allowed her to control the strokes. From this position I could enjoy the sensation of building up to another orgasm without all the effort. Before long, I could feel that familiar sensation of building to another orgasm. It was a slow build-up with no sense of rushing or hurry to cum.

There were lights and roadways appearing outside the window and we were slowing down. As we approached Devils Lake train station, I was cumming inside her once again with her sitting up, leaning back slightly, to settle all the way down on my cock while gently fingering herself. I reached down to touch her right hand with my left. She grabbed it and pulled it to her pussy. And that was all it took to push her over the edge to one more orgasm as the train came to a stop.

This time, the rail station was on the left side of the train. It was nearly midnight and I don't know how many people were out and about. Although, we had a single night light on in the car, I don't know if anyone could see her sitting up on my hips or could watch her cumming (to or in Devils Lake). She was lost in the ecstasy of the moment and didn't seem to care if the world wanted to look

A moment later, we pulled out of the station and headed towards Grand Forks and then Fargo. Note, though the train was pulling out, I didn't. She leaned down to lay on my chest and I held her in my arms. Gradually, I softened to the point where I slipped out. We were a hot sweaty mess as we lay there. She placed the towel between my legs to catch any cum that might dribble out of her. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Sometime during the night, we changed positions to spooning. I remember awakening briefly in both Grand Forks and Fargo as well as somewhere in Minnesota very early in the morning.

Much later in the early morning, it was becoming light outside. Unlike the last couple of days, there was civilization passing by our window including roadways, vehicles, homes and businesses and we were approaching Minneapolis/ St. Paul. It was cloudy and raining. The train didn't seem like it was moving as fast as it had across the prairie. But speed can be deceptive.

She woke up and asked where we were.

"Somewhere near Minneapolis"

She got up and went and sat on the toilet to pee. She came back and crawled back into bed with me. I asked if she was okay. She told me that she felt a little sore "back there." But she felt very satisfied.

"You were marvelous," I said.

"I can say the same thing about you. I say again, your wife gave that up?"

"Yep!"

After laying there watching the world roll by we decided it was time to get up and get going for the day. Our last day on the train and it would be hard to top the previous evening. She showered first while I put on some shorts and went to get her coffee. After she got out, I stripped off my shorts and got in the shower. She was nearly dressed when I stepped out to dry off.

"I'm going to head back to my seat so that they don't think I'm missing."

I told her I'd meet her at her seat in a little bit and we'd have breakfast together. The train stop in Minneapolis/St. Paul would be long enough for me to make a couple of early morning calls back in the eastern time zone and maybe a chance to change my flight reservations.

With the room to myself, the sudden aloneness for the first time on this trip was dramatic. This had been so unexpected. I lay back down on the bed wondering if it was all a dream. I'd had this sort of feeling before, like I had imagined or dreamt a scene when something very pleasant and unexpectedly surreal happened. It usually took something to remind me that it was real and not a dream. There was the butt plug and it had her scent on it from her rubbing it on her clitoris. There was the towel that was between our legs after we passed Devils Lake. It, too, contained the scent of a warm wet pussy as well as where my cum had leaked out of her ass with a faint brown cum stain.

No, it was definitely real and not a dream.

I laid back and replayed the past 36 hours over in my mind. This certainly wasn't the zipless fuck.

(to be continued)